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I didn’t think I would be returning to America until after I was done with JET and my travels, meaning November 2007 (yikes!). Around June last year I was beginning to really miss home. I also had a special someone I wanted to visit back in Boston. What can I say….I caved. I was bound for the motherland. Maybe there is something in the water in Hiroshima left over from the a-bomb or something…because somehow I booked a flight not to California, but back to Boston to visit Misha (see HK and Philippines blogs), bringing the Southeast Asian romance to the Western Hemisphere. Lucky me with parents that love me, they flew out to meet me as well, and I have a bunch of friends now in Boston, so I got to see more than just Misha. In addition I hadn’t been to Boston since I was in elementary school so it was going to be fun exploring the city all over again. To hell with all these excuses though, I was going home to America!!!!

Wicked Good Times Back in the Motherland

Casey Lary
2007-03-08 21:33:17

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Honestly, no matter where I am, family and friends are the things that get you by. Eating was fabulous. I couldn't believe the size of so many of the portions- much bigger than in Japan- even the size of a can of tuna fish! I definitely picked up some Japanese mannerisms, like how I motion "no" that Misha (having been in Japan) liked to make fun of me for doing. Being back also solidified my desire to go to graduate school. Boston has a cazillion colleges and is swarming with young people. I honestly miss the academic atmosphere and learning, yet also must realize that grad school isn't undergrad. My four nights a week of drinking will not continue to happen at grad school. We will see where I end up post-JET. Harvard is a dream that's for sure!

As for Misha and I....here concludes the end of my Southeast Asian romance. I always said that the Western Hemisphere wasn't ready for us, but well, I think WE weren't ready for the Western Hemisphere. We met randomly in Japan, after failing to cross paths at Berkeley. We had to go halfway around the world to meet. What I thought was going to be a crush, something that I would re-encounter years down the road at a Cal football game turned into a full-fledged romance. The ones you only read about and dream about happening to you. I thought we would meet again someday, take one look at each other and think about what might have been and what could have happened, instantly going back to the moment I last saw him as I got on that train to go home, Misha on his way to Mongolia. Instead we were young, carefree, controlled by passion, desire, and spontaneity. Odds were against it ever happening. We went against all odds and gave them a run for their money. It was romantic, fun, and I can say I fell head-over-heels in love. In the end, only to hit reality and go about our futures like originally planned: 5 years at MIT and another year in Japan. One last attempt to oppose reality and finally, succumbing to it. I always say that regret is a sin. But for once, probably the first time ever, I have made myself too vulnerab where I am not sure not regretting is feasible. Looking back, I would think twice now about stepping on that plane to HK. With the way things have panned out now, I can't say that I don't regret anything. You'll have to ask me that again in a year...

The states were fun, but my time in Asia isn't up yet...I still have to become the Hiroshima Flower Princess! Back to Japan...currently....homeward bound.